Morvathos calmly thought what to do. Then suddenly, his eyes widened as a magnificent idea struck his mind.
'Wait! I can do that!'
A wicked smile crept across his face. He rose from his seat, dissolved into shadow, and in the next instant appeared inside the cockpit.
The pilots froze, but what his attention was on wasn't their fear, it was the uniform. Morvathos didn't have a clear idea on how the pilot uniform looked like, he wanted to change his clothes to pilot uniform through the Armor of Reaper ability of the Authority Seal.
Morvathos did it not because it was necessary but because it will be fun. Imagine a pilot dancing on a plane with giant scythe in hand and ripping souls. Just imagining it made Morvathos's heart skip a beat in excitement.
The Authority Seal pulsed faintly as black mist crept from his right wrist. The clove dissolved into the haze, wrapping around him like living smoke. When it cleared, Morvathos stood in a crisp pilot's uniform, hat and all, smiling as if the attire had been his all along.
He had made himself visible to mortal eyes.
The door burst open,one of the flight attendants rushed in, panic on her lips. Morvathos raised a finger to his mouth, shushing her with a playful wink. She froze, bewildered, as he strolled past her into the cabin like a man stepping into a theatre stage.
Passengers gaped. Even the hijackers, with their rifles and masks, faltered.
"Helloo my friends! How are you doing? The weather is nice today isn't it?"
Morvathos spread his arms wide, his grin white and confident. This was the idea. Not to fight them. But to play with them. To mess with them. He didn't know why this was a good idea. Maybe it was fun, but exposing himself and his power to mortals is definitely not a good idea bit Morvathos didn't care about it.
He let his eyes linger on each of the masked men. Five of them in total. Ye activated Eyes of Death, he saw through them,sins written across their souls like stains that would never wash away. One of them glowed darker than the rest. Tier 2 karmic sin.
'What a find! Now that's what we cal luck!'
Morvathos licked his lips. His eyes glowed faintly, hunger and anticipation sharpening his expression.
The hijackers exchanged uneasy glances. Their rifles shook. One of them forced out a laugh.
"Boss, should I kill him?"
He turned toward the man at the back. The leader said nothing, his silence granting permission.
The gunman grinned, raised his weapon, and fired.
*Bang~!*
The bullet tore through the air with a bang. To everyone else, it was a flash of metal. But to Morvathos, it felt like time was slowing down but he was simply faster then the bullet.
His body moved as if the world lagged behind him. He saw the bullet spin, felt its heat, then casually reached out and caught it between his fingers.
"What a waste,"
Morvathos said, smiling as he turned the bullet over in his hand, inspecting it like an antique relic.
*Bang~!*
Another shot rang out. This time, he didn't even lower his head, just lowered his eyes. His left hand rose, and he plucked the second bullet out of the air with the same ease. Gasps erupted. The hijackers froze, trembling.
The leader at the back stared, eyes wide, lips pressed tight.
Morvathos brought both bullets together in his palm, then slowly lifted his right hand. A black scythe materialized there, blood-red edges gleaming as if they had been dipped in fresh wounds. The weapon spun effortlessly in his grip, an extension of his body.
Passengers could only stare. Brains too stunned to process, hearts too terrified to react. They weren't watching a man. They were watching something beyond man, something they didn't have the language for.
Morvathos flicked one bullet into the air, then spun the scythe's edge with such speed it cut the air into currents.
With a single motion, he struck the bullet mid-spin with the ring of the scythe.
*Ting~!*
The projectile flew with deadly precision, striking the first hijacker square and dropping him instantly.
The other four reacted in panic, raising their rifles. Too late. The cabin filled with smoke,thick, suffocating black mist. Guns split apart like they'd been carved with invisible blades.
And then Morvathos was standing in front of the leader.
"Hello there,"
He said pleasantly, his polite smile twisting into something far crueler in the hijacker's eyes.
The leader's composure cracked. His body trembled violently, a leaf caught in a storm. He didn't know if he was alive, dead, or somewhere in between.
Morvathos sighed, lifting his weapon. He had no interest in torturing this one. Not when the man's soul carried such weight. He cut clean with his scythe, severing the man's spiritual nodes with precision. Knowledge of Death laws and Soul Laws guided him.
The man's soul emerged, condensed into a small glowing sphere streaked with purple and black. It hovered briefly before ascending, vanishing into the void.
The body slumped like an abandoned husk.
Morvathos fixed his hat, smile still carved on his face. He turned toward the remaining hijackers, their eyes wide, mouths frozen open.
"My friends,"
He said, voice smooth, almost gentle.
"You could have lived normal lives. Simple jobs. Simple families. But you chose the way of sin."
His smile widened, cold light flickering in his eyes.
"And so… here I am. To repent for you. To avenge your sins."
They tried to speak. They didn't get the chance.
Black mist swallowed the cabin once more. When it cleared, the hijackers were sprawled across the floor, lifeless.
Morvathos stood alone in silence, smile never leaving his face.
Morvathos looked over his shoulder, then vanished. This time, not with Umbral Dissolution, but sheer speed. When he reappeared, he was crouching on top of his seat, looking down at a beautiful, white-haired, blue-eyed woman.
She wore a mask and a hat, but from Morvathos' eyes, such things were useless. Nothing could hide from him. His lips curved into a kind smile, eyes half-lidded, lazy yet sharp.
The woman froze, shocked. Before she could speak, Morvathos tilted his head and said,
"So, Miss Whatever-You-Are… care to fix this?"
He pointed casually towards the corpses, then at the trembling passengers.
"I know you've got the means. Helping a person in need is a great deed you know."
He grinned cheekily, like he was teasing her instead of standing in a cabin full of death.
Her body trembled. Her voice came barely above a whisper.
"Who are you?"
Her breathing was uneven, sweat beading across her forehead.
Morvathos tapped the handle of his scythe lightly against her head. She flinched, but he didn't care. His intent wasn't to frighten, only to snap her out of useless thoughts.
"Who I am doesn't matter,"
He said, tone calm but firm.
"What matters is this, you need to keep your powers, your existence, hidden... or so I know. So, better get to work, rather than asking silly questions. If your work pleases me… maybe I'll answer your questions."
His smile sharpened.
"If I feel like it."
The woman was stunned. She had simply been sitting there, minding her own business, and suddenly dragged into this nightmare. True, she had thought of intervening, but never this way.
Her gaze rose to him,this man with glowing red eyes, wickedly handsome, smiling like a divine being descending into the mortal realm. For a moment she forgot to breathe. Then, gathering herself, she inhaled deeply, steadying her nerves.
She nodded. Then stood.
Her hands moved quickly forming seals, pulling talismans. The slips of paper ignited, dissolving into flame. A faint wave of energy swept through the cabin, invisible yet undeniable. Passengers convulsed briefly, as if resisting some unseen weight, before slumping into their seats, unconscious.
The woman let her arms fall, shoulders slumping. She exhaled deeply, then turned back to him.
"All right. Done. When they wake, they won't remember a thing."
Morvathos gave a low whistle, his calm demeanor returning. The excitement was gone; playtime over, business resumed. His eyes swept the sleeping passengers, then shifted back to the woman.
"What about the corpses?"
He asked, pointing at the bodies.
She narrowed her eyes, produced five talismans, and pressed them onto the corpses. Green fire flared silently. Flesh, bone, cloth everything dissolved into nothingness.
Morvathos raised an eyebrow, impressed. He could have used austerity seal to transfer the bodies into his treasury, but why bother? She was efficient. Besides he didn't want to dirty his treasury with the bodies of these mongrels. They don't deserve it.
There is another reason why he had gone as far as he went.
Unlike others, she was glowing with radiant with Tier-2 virtue. The moment he saw her, he was caught off guard. When he checked her karma, it shocked him even more.
There were supernatural beings on Earth.
Who would have thought?
When he read the women's karma, he saw how she handled things and got the idea to mess around a bit. These supernatural called themselves exorcists.
Fate had a cruel way of playing jokes. It had turned him from mortal to god of death. And now, it had led him to her, the root cause of why he was even here. Not the whole truth, but a piece of it.
The Spring of Reincarnation had been damaged because a soul too strong had shattered its limits. And how could the mortal world produce such a soul? Morvathos hadn't understood before. But now… he was beginning to.